"Malfoy sucks, Malfoy sucks, Malfoy sucks-" A girl kept on whispering in my ear. It was Marcella. A Weasley. An adopted one. Inka, who didn't talk much, managed a satisfied smiled. We were in the library, studying for Potions with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Histeria, Isabella, Gracie, Everleigh, and Ginny. "Serves you right." Inka said. "Shut up Inka, I'm trying to study-" I said. "Grangers don't shut up. We grow up and when we look at Malfoys we throw up." "Inka, please stop it. I'm trying to study." Everleigh said. "If I get an E, a P, or a D in my future O.W.L.S. and record, I'm doomed." "What's wrong with one of them? Miss Chang the Clever?" George appeared. "There's another; Troll." Everleigh paid no attention to his remarks. "Why're you studying for a thing that's 3 years away? Try and relax, Leigh." Hermione said. "I can't. I've got to get a clean record." Everleigh replied. "Just leave her." Harry whispered to Hermione and Ron. "She'll get over it." Meanwhile, Marcie was still chanting to 'Malfoy sucks'. An idea sparked in my mind. "Shut up, MARCELLA." I said. Marcie stopped and looked at me, horrified. "What did you say?!" "I said MARCELLA. MARCELLA ODESSA WEASLEY." I replied. "WHY YOU-!" She raged. "Don't speak my named or else-" "Or else you'll make out with Finnely Swift? Oh, I would love to see you try. MARCELLA, MARCELLA, MARCELLA, MARCELLA ODESSA WEASLEY-" I teased. "MALFOY!" She raged. "Calm down Marcie, Madam Pince will hear us!" Hermione warned. "Correct. Also, the blonde idiot isn't worth it." Everleigh glared at me.
We need comedy, there's too much adultery-*cough* I mean tragedy relationship drama, so I need to add fun, bc why not? Also damn that's a lot of people-
